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FIVE STARS for A MEASURED RISK: "It's rare to find a real, sweet love story in a BDSM romance. This one's definitely a keeper, something to read a second time." from Deborah Court

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A Measured Risk is an Erotic Historical Romance. This means it contains graphic sexual language. It also means that there is a greater focus on the development of the romance through eroticism than in Mainstream/Traditional Steamy or Spicy Romance.

"Why did you run away?" His deep voice settled in her belly, rich and warm, like crème brûlée on a cold winter's night.

"Because I wanted you to follow." She tried to sound sophisticated and seductive, but her voice choked off on the last word.

Ruel placed his hand on the shelf above her head and blocked her path to the door. His tall, solidly muscled body leaned over her, surrounding her with the sumptuous, sinful scents of tobacco, Scotch whisky and something masculine and undeniably dangerous. A slow, sensual smile stretched his hard mouth.

He appeared different. Softer. More approachable.

At the change, her insides seemed to flip over.

"Well, sweeting, getting us off alone was a very inspired idea." He touched one of her fallen ringlets. "I am bored to distraction with endless hunting and fencing."

As he slowly wrapped the curl around two fingers, he brushed her collarbone. Fiery sparks tingled down her spine, so intense that she shivered and her nipples beaded, pressing against her stays. By some instinct she hadn't even known she possessed, she arched her back, presenting herself for his assessment.

His eyes shone so vividly blue against his bronzed face that they resembled cornflowers. She swallowed tightly and wished for a long drink of claret. This more personal side of him suddenly seemed far more hazardous than his usually fierce exterior.

Well, no matter. There was nothing to fear. She would allow only as much contact as need be to get to know him a little. Since being torn from her lonely yet secure life in Ireland and thrust into society at age sixteen, she'd spent her time allowing people only as near as was comfortable. She was an expert at emotional evasion.

It should be easy to regain her control.

But now, as late afternoon sun rays played over his pale hair, turning it to the colour of winter wheat, all her carefully rehearsed words flew away.

Say something—anything—else he will think you're a bird-wit.

An intimate smile, one that invited her to play, tugged at his mouth.

"In a situation like this, alone with a gentleman, it's perfectly normal for a lady to feel some apprehension." His hushed voice, barely audible above the piano and boisterous singing from down the corridor, accentuated their isolation. He brushed his fingertips over her cheek and his gaze became so piercing that she had to lower her eyes. "She will invariably ask herself if he will try to kiss

her."

She jerked her eyes back to his face. God, he couldn't mean to—Not yet, surely… Peculiar, heated chills swept over her. She tried to take a step back, but found her arse flush against the bookshelf.

He leaned closer; so close that his Scotch-scented breath tickled her face. "And just in case you are wondering, Lady Cranfield—the answer is most assuredly yes."

She should demand that he put his arm down so she could pass by and leave. She really should. But she couldn't stop looking at his hard mouth and wondering what it would feel like upon hers. He was so close to her, his breath blew on her lips. If she moved but a fraction, she'd be kissing him.

Kissing him.

Dear God. Her breath began to come very fast and short. Her throat went tight with a suppressed moan.

His eyes burnt as brightly as aquamarines. He looked so fierce. If he kissed her, if he dared… Oh God, it would be so harsh. That cruel-looking mouth could express itself no other way.

Excitement rushed through her, sending tingles to every point of her body, even her toes.

But no, he wouldn't. Not yet.

He kept leaning closer. He didn't close his eyes. Instead, he seemed to focus all the harder upon her.

Heart pounding and unable to move away, she braced herself for his assault.

His lips brushed hers, barely. A gossamer caress.

He lifted his head.

It was done.

Ended.

And it hadn't even begun.

He held her chin, appearing so cool, so unaffected. His kiss had seemed to sear her. An urge to put her fingers to her lips arose in her. She resisted it, for it would give away too much of how she was affected.

Never show your feelings.

He traced his thumb along her lower lip, slowly, deliberately, as he studied her with eyes that now glittered with something powerful and predatory. Heat pooled in her pelvis, low and spreading even lower.

She went weak all over, as if she'd lain in a sunny window seat for too long. Her knees almost buckled. She forced them to lock. To be strong.

It should not have affected her so profoundly. It had just been a peck—not a true kiss at all. William had poured out all of his skill upon her and hadn't garnered even a tenth of the reaction in her that this man's peck had.

Ruel traced her jaw line with his fingertips. Unthinkingly, she leaned in to his touch.

"Of course, once he has kissed her, then it's his turn to wonder…" His voice sounded unnaturally loud to her ears. "How will she respond? Will she withdraw, or can he ignite some hidden fire?"

She sensed that he was toying with her. She'd didn't understand flirtation—why had she imagined she could carry this ruse off? Was he making advances in order to have a laugh with Francesca and her simpering friends later? Hurt blossomed in her chest. She resented him for that. She ought to feel indignant, superior, uncaring—anything but hurt.

"Please don't make sport of me."

She cringed. Was that quavering, pleading voice really hers?

An infinitesimal pause. "Now, why on earth would I do such a thing?" His voice was as smooth as velvet.

"To please your vanity," she replied, trying to regain her wits.

"Here." He placed her hand to his chest. The contours of his muscles were hard, powerfully developed. Even more so than she'd expected. His body heat radiated through the satin and, beneath her hand, his heart beat was rapid and strong.

"Is that vanity?" He put a finger under her chin, giving her no choice but to face him. "Is it?" He gentled his grip.

The warmth in his voice settled over her like luscious hot chocolate. Melting her insides to quivering burgoo, rendering her speechless, unable to move.

"My dear, lovely Lady Cranfield, I am going kiss you again."

Then he touched his mouth to hers, more firmly this time.

Delicious, steady pressure. Her lips trembled and she clutched his lapels. He lifted his head. At the loss, a throaty, pleading moan sounded in her ears. Had it really come from her?

Clearly, now was the time for her to reassert some control over her reactions. To put him at a more comfortable distance.

"Kiss me back." At the commanding edge in his voice, hot, sweet honey pooled in her belly.

No. Focus.

What had she wanted to ask him? Focus? Dear God, what rubbish. She could scarcely remember her own name, much less anything else. What madness had made her think she could maintain control over him?

He traced her mouth with his tongue. Deliberately; lingeringly. This time she couldn't hold back a moan. She had grown to dislike it when William kissed her opened mouthed. It had always seemed such an overheated, messy thing. But where was her coldness now? She was burning to know what it would feel like to know Ruel's full kiss. She had to know—just once—or she would surely die.

Just once. Certainly once wouldn't hurt.

Tentatively, tremulously, she opened her mouth...

So what happened next? Click the banner below to read the entire first chapter and find out:

"I wanted to recommend a super-hot erotic romance that I just read: 'A Measured Risk' by Natasha Blackthorne.

It's set in the Regency period, has a too-die-for alpha hero who loves to dominate the heroine, and an interesting storyline. I really enjoyed this book and ripped right through it--I love how the author writes. She puts you right into the characters' heads and bodies, so you feel what they feel.

This was definitely one of the best erotic romances I've read this year, and I've already recommended it to several people. Jonathan Lloyd, the Earl of Ruel, is my new Christian Grey!" ~ Author Dana Delamar, posted on my Facebook profile, Wednesday October 10, 2012.

Five Stars for A Measured Risk From Romance in Review!

"...Yes, I am hopelessly in love with the Earl of Ruel and I don't care if he's a fictional character! So, ladies, read at your own risk and don't say I didn't warn you.

Experience the elegant, and frequently excessive life of the privileged during this romantic era. This story is a bit different than other Regency Era stories you have probably read. The heat level is high and the story has a bit of a twist that makes it fresh and unique.

"...you knew this man as dominant as he was, was falling in love with this woman..."

Reviewed by Sharonda"I loved everything about this story, it was so good. But want I loved most was Jon patience with Anne. He was a strong male lead and very dominant, but his patience with her was just…I can't even explain it. I mean just reading this story, you knew this man as dominant as he was, was falling in love with this woman...I haven't been disappointed with a Natasha Blackthorne historical romance as of yet and I don't think I ever will be. Her writing always draws me in from beginning to end. There always seems to be this power struggle between her characters. But it always a good struggle, you know? Like I said before, these woman are strong and independent in a time when as a woman you're not supposed to be, you are suppose to depend on the man. And the men, yes..they are strong and dominant, but they also support their women in everything.

Masterpiece! Loved it with a passion."After reading this I automatically think "Fifty Shades of What"? If you are a Fifty Shades of Gray fan than you will totally love and adore this book for sure.

Natasha Blackthorne's book's just get better and better. This one is by far the best. It's really a work of art and a total masterpiece for this genre.

This book was so enticing and inviting. Natasha writes real characters in real life situations that you can relate to on my different levels.

Ann, an educated, curvy , full woman, cold on the outside but inside she has passion burning and dying to get out. She is emotionally scarred. She sees Jon as brave and courageous. She wants to ask for his help with her fear of horses and carriages but she gets more than she bargained for. He soon shows her what she has inside herself.

Jon is a sexy, confident, dominate, trustful and honorable man. He is sure of himself and knows what he wants and goes for it. When the luscious Ann gives him a come get me look. He cant help but follow her.

It took me a few days to read this book because I didn't want it to end. Not only did this book affect my heart and mind but it also affected my body and soul.

Its really going to be hard for me to find a book in this genre to top this one. Its truly amazing.

Sensual, erotic, romantic, steamy, sexy, sweet, arouse, masterful and loving are all the words that come to mind when I think of this book." Reviewed by Dawn of Let's Get Romantical.

A Naughty Delight!!

Five Stars From Close Encounters WTNK from USA

I love erotic historical romances. This is by far my favorite book in her collection. Ever since the horrid accident that had taken her husband's life, she had lived in an unrelenting grasp of fear. But what Anne never realised was that she had been stuffed into a box long before her husband's death. For lurking inside this studious lady's cold facade was a passionate woman screaming to get out. And it took one look at The Earl of Ruel to know he was the man that would help free her, she just didn't realize it meant freeing all of her. Even the parts of her that she hid from herself.

Johnathan was used to getting exactly what he wanted, and he knew from experience that the society ladies rarely offered it. But Anne had his attention long before he came to another one of these dull parties. She had an air about her that was intriguing and Jon couldn't help being reeled in. Especially when he realized she was more than willing to play his game.

Anne came to Jon at first for help. But something sparked between the two of them that left Anne breathless and Jon grasping for control. Neither were prepared for where their games would lead them, and these games in question were unbelievably hot!!! You'll need one of those hand-fans yourself for a large part of this book! If you enjoy light BDSM, tied in with a sensuous romance then this is the book for you!!! Who knew a little rope and spanking could be soooo delicious? Hat's off to Natasha!!

Book one in the Regency Risks Series

He is her most dangerous temptation, the only man she has ever trusted and now he is demanding her submission. Dare she take the risk?

Emotionally scarred in the horrific accident that took her husband's life, Lady Cranfield is imprisoned by her lingering terror of horses and carriages. Lady Cranfield longed to be closer to the fascinating Earl of Ruel. She sensed intuitively that he could teach her how to overcome the terrors that held her in bondage.

And now she's willing to risk almost anything-her reputation, even her virtue-to find out. But what he proposes startles her.

When the shy, studious and socially awkward young widow approached him, Ruel instantly sensed she would be the sweetest, most submissive experience of a lifetime-if only he can gain her total and complete trust. He makes her a non-negotiable offer. His help in return for her submission and obedience.

But Lady Cranfield grew up neglected by her ducal parents, raised by servants and then later ignored by her handsome, charming husband. She's learnt to protect her heart at all costs and she trusts no one but herself.

How can the jaded Earl of Ruel break through her self-protective defences and show her how to love when he has spent his lifetime avoiding that tender trap?

This is a work of historical fiction, it is not meant to be an accurate portrayal of or guide to how people recover from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. As a work of historical erotic romance, it is also not intended to portray modern BDSM or D/s lifestyles.